Tarzan and Ass Covers

Recently I wrote how my honey described a woman’s skirt as an ass cover, marveling at his lack of correct vernacular when it comes to women’s clothing.

So imagine my mirth when he described my sleeveless silk blouse. I have a cool summer blouse I wear for work: a little billowy with a ruffle: a little playful. Pretty.

I was still wearing it when he floated home from work.

Hey, I really like that, he said. What’s that, I asked.

Your Tarzan outfit.

I saw myself swinging through the jungle, holding fast to a vine, clothed in Ann Taylor from the mall.

Huh? I asked. How is this blouse like Tarzan?

He pointed to my bare arms.

Because I can see your arms, he said.

Tarzan arms.


About Cynthia Coleman Emery

Professor and researcher at Portland State University who studies science communication, particularly issues that impact American Indians. Dr. Coleman is an enrolled citizen of the Osage Nation.
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